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salubriwrites-blog · 8 months ago

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You Chose Barbatos (Pt1)

Aaayyee we're back with more "You Chose" one shots. I actually came up with this concept a while ago, but didn't have a Leviathan devil in mind for it. Until I got to Ch5 and the answer became apparent. Will be posting Part 2 uuuhhh later!

“Do you understand the terms?” He asked, cold but urgent as he rose from his desk. His pale eyes twinkled and watched you with the same danger of a faustian devil, not of the King of Envy.

You didn’t answer right away, not because you didn’t understand, but to keep Leviathan in suspense. Solomon had told you that the more arrogant you seemed, the more cowed the devil would be. Doing as suggested, you finished your wine slowly and allowed Leviathan to wait. Those big eyes never left you, waiting for your answer as you quietly smacked your lips to enjoy the last scent of wine.

“I do, but I have a question.”

Tilting his head only, he looked willing to answer.

“Are you going to be one of the devils for me to choose from?”

Under the desk you balled your hands into anxious fists as Leviathan smiled thinly before shaking his head. “That would be unfair to everyone else, don’t you think?” He smirked as you sighed with relief, accepting his help to get out of your seat. Was this a ploy to make you reconsider? To bait you into throwing aside everything and lay yourself in his coffin, begging for his attention?

You had already been in Hades for a week as a guest to the King of Hades and Devil of Envy. Before leaving Gehenna, Satan pulled you into an alley and pushed you against a building wall as he gave you an energy transference. He didn’t allow you to bury your face in his shoulder, only letting you scream into the open air as he pumped his hips with violent precision.

“You better not strain yourself while you’re there,” he growled, leaving purple bruises shaped like his fingers in your hips as he covered you in bite marks. “No one else is allowed to do this with you. Not. Even. Leviathan.”

Dripping and trembling from your combined orgasms, Satan left you in the care of one of the King’s generals. A pink haired devil with a purple noose around his neck smiled politely and offered you his arm for silent support as you passed into Hades. The King of Gehenna’s eyes burnt into the back of your ponytail, you know that he stood and watched until you were completely out of sight.

Despite your best efforts, the King of Hades had worn you down. Taking you out on day trips, never spending a day in the castle as you were forced to tour and admire his kingdom. Keeping you up at night in his office reading up on the history of the Hells, he wore your social and physical battery down. You weren’t allowed to have much privacy in Hades, and those few precious times you did there was always an underlying paranoia as his attendants were everywhere. Not to mention the arms of the abyss; black, white, and silver tentacles that emerged from corners and underneath beds to help you dress, tuck you in, and wake you up. Extensions of Leviathan, you grew wear quickly of the novelty. There were only two places in Hades where you had found peace and quiet without prying gazes.

The first had been in none other than Leviathan’s coffin, where not even the King himself could wriggle his way between the cracks. It was claustrophobic and the quiet it wrought reminded you of Sitri’s bedroom, where your heartbeat sounded so loud and the rushing of your blood through your body made you lightheaded. The second was a place you had found, run into it while trying to escape Glasya who had been tasked with giving you a tour of the King’s prized gardens. Unexpectedly still, it felt like all time had stopped as you ran your fingers over the leaves of the hedge maze that swallowed you up. Whenever you needed that much sought after peace, you would pretend to play hide and seek with your attendants and slip away within the refuge. Though you were never truly alone there either, the attention that waited for you there was warm, welcoming and nurturing. You always came out of the maze with fresh flowers that Leviathan would wither under his poisonous gaze.

After a week passed, Leviathan’s scheme had worked and your fatigue set in. The need for energy, you had gotten so used to it now that you could feel when it was coming on. It started as a tingling in your toes, followed by lightheadedness that left you confused and needing to be held as you walked through the halls of the estate. Which led to now, with Leviathan offering you his hand as he walked you from his office. You were nervous, and for once he expressed something akin to gentleness and patience as you walked into the throne room one shaky step at a time.

Explaining your needs to Leviathan, the King had gotten a thoughtful expression on his face, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers together. You didn’t like one bit the way he looked when he thought deeply like that. Unlike the other, more emotionally driven Kings of Hell, Leviathan was a scheming and provocative devil who actually exhibited meticulous planning in everything he did.

Iridescent tendrils emerged from the walls to pull the doors open for the pair of you as Leviathan ushered you into the black and silver room. All the devils were lined up, all looking dashing and composed though you couldn’t imagine they were feeling calm. Dozens of eyes snapped to you, and the pressure of those gazes made your head pound.

“I need to sit,” you uttered, almost falling out of Leviathan’s hands as you half staggered, half crawled to sit on the steps leading to the throne. Before you could though, creeping vines slithered across the ground and caught you, cradling you to sit as you caught your breath. Your eyes stole a glance from him before he was forced to stare his King in the face.

The noose around the devil’s neck twitched as Leviathan’s eyes tightened at the gesture, but he was not yanked from his place in the lineup.

“As you can see,” the King began, gesturing to you as the soft tendrils shaped themselves into a lounge for you. “The Daughter of Solomon has grown weak. As she continues to adjust to Hell and Hades, she will be in need of an attendant capable of providing for her. Her condition is fragile and will require the utmost, immediate care. Being available to the Daughter’s every beck and call, prepared to die for her if necessary.”

No one in the hall spoke, just a sea of eyes that watched Leviathan as he stepped aside to let them watch you struggle.

“However, due to the unique nature of her needs, she will choose only one of you to be hers.”

Now the devils were showing a reaction, they all seemed to check themselves, straightening out their regalia and preening for you. Not him, though. His eyes remained steadfast on His Majesty, never once fidgeting with his suit or feeling the chain on his horns.

Leviathan’s plan was nasty, forcing you to publicly reject all other devils in favor of one. His gratification was going to come from watching the hope drain out of their eyes and faces as you walked down the line telling each of them no. If only you could walk now, as you looked out at the neat lineup. You were dreading having to make a choice, because who knew what kind of retaliation you might face for rejecting any of them. Time was of the essence though, you would just have to get your energy back quickly before facing the repercussions of your decision.

Rising to your feet and taking small sips of air, you started at the left end closest to Leviathan. In a hurry to get it over with, you approached the first devil.

Orias was standing still, hands behind his back with his shoulders square, staring at you flirtatiously as you approached. You hadn’t thought about how you were going to do it, but you were certain that Leviathan would have notes on your process. Maintaining a respectful distance back, out of arm’s reach, you leveled your gaze against the petite devil. “No,” you said simply, a lump forming in your stomach at the heartbreak in his smile.

Behind you, Leviathan let out a noise that sounded almost like a snicker.

A few more rejections down, you came to stand face to face with Foras. You and he had developed a friendship that included finding places to hide from Leviathan. “No,” you said with a little more difficulty, wishing that you could grab the word and swallow it as his shoulders fell. His rejection tasted bitter in the back of your throat as you moved hurriedly past him. All the while, Leviathan walked parallel to you, reading the faces of his subordinates and reveling in their emotions. Occasionally he would make little sounds and comments that would dare the devils to act out of anger.

“Oh, that’s a surprise.”

“I thought you two had something.”

“Shame.”

His spiteful commentary followed you down the line as you started just ignoring the faces that you walked past, eager to reach the end. Ready to make your choice, you kept your eyes forward and didn’t even look at most of them. His Majesty’s snarky observations stopped when he saw you moving with purpose, your weakened state temporarily abating as your choice drove you. Leviathan’s eyes started searching the devils that were lined up ahead of you, trying to predict to whom your stride took you.

Perhaps it was the devil’s own ego that made him wait at the very end of the line, he was a subordinate to the Perfect Devil of Envy, after all. What a way to stroke his ego as he watched you rush past the devils who were now stepping out of line to watch and see where you’d go. However your strength was failing you, the dew drops of sweat trickled down your neck and under your dress as you neared the end of the line. Just how many devils had Leviathan summoned for this public humiliation? Most of them you didn’t even recognize as you brushed through.

You collapsed before getting to the end, where a strong pair of arms caught you as you stumbled. Relieved, you smiled upward, prepared to touch his face and make your choice-

“Your Majesty, the Most High, the Greatest, and the Most Beautiful,” a deep voice announced, the bass in Glasya’s voice stirred adrenaline into your system. “I’m afraid that the Daughter of Solomon is too weak to continue.”

That wasn’t true, you thought but your limbs felt too heavy to pull yourself upright and out of his hold. Hanging your head backward, from your upside down perspective you saw a pair of golden boots approaching.

“She has worn herself out from coming all this way, please excuse us so I may tend to her as the one she chose,” speaking smoothly and confidently, Glasya stood with you in his arms.

No, no. You thought, rolling your head away from his chest, trying to open your mouth to speak. Your jaw felt heavy and your limbs weighed down, this had to be some sort of spell he had cast on you. Or was it actually the exhaustion? You couldn’t tell because you found your throat and chest tightening, lungs aching and bones sagging.

Leviathan was looking at you, seeming to wait for you to confirm that Glasya Labolas was indeed your choice. When you didn’t show an outward sign, he shrugged and waved his hand.

“Very well-”

“I apologize for interrupting, Your Majesty.” A cool voice butted in, and the room went still as you found the strength to yank your arm out of your lap as if by marionette strings.

Rolling your head, you peeled your sealed lips into a smile as he winked knowingly at you. “I believe that she just needs a little bit of a pick me up before she continues.”

His lips felt warm on your skin, tickling and tanning your cheeks with a flush as the devil had the audacity to kiss you in Glasya’s arms. Maybe it was the butterflies stirred to life in your stomach, or maybe it was the little bit of strength he lent you, but you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and kissed Barbatos back.

Whatever trick Glasya had pulled was no match, like a flower before the dawn you found your strength and opened for the sunny devil. Wriggling with new found power, you fell out of the devil’s arms and Barbatos caught you easily. A tsunami of disappointed murmurs threatened to crash over the pair of you, disgusted and envious of the unabashed affection the devil took from you.

“Barbatos,” you gasped though, clinging to his shoulders, knees weak and barely to hold yourself up as you turned your focus onto Glasya. “I choose Barbatos, not you.”

The dark devil did not respond, just stared wondering if you would tear into him for what trick he had used to manipulate your silence. You didn’t give him another glance, turning to give Barbatos a softer, more appropriate peck on the lips.

“So be it,” Leviathan said stiffly, it was clear to you that even he was annoyed that whatever scheme he had planned backfired. That you grabbed the blonde devil’s hands excited, pulling him eagerly out of the room. “Well, Barbatos, I temporarily release you from your duties. The Daughter of Solomon has a need for you, do not make me regret her decision.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Your Majesty, the Most High, the Greatest, and the Most Beautiful.” Barbatos replied, bowing deeply before letting you pull him from the throne room. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw him flash Glasya a rude gesture just before the doors closed on you both.

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salubriwrites-blog · 7 months ago

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You Chose Barbatos, Pt 2

To celebrate good news, I'm wrapping up Pt 2! You can find Part 1 here:

CW: Bondage (with vines)

Giggling like maniacs, Barbatos held your hand as he led the way through the perfectly sculpted breezeways. Every few steps you would jerk him backward for a kiss. Little sips of his energy to keep you going to your euphoric end. His lips were smooth and reminded you of sunrise, Barbatos would hold you until you caught your breath. You had a stupid smile on your face, you knew that for certain as the devil held you to his chest, keeping you from sinking to the ground in a puddle of relief and excitement.

“I can’t believe that worked, we did it,” you hissed, clutching his hands and shaking them excitedly.

“I did nothing, it was all you,” Barbatos chuckled, rewarding you with another soft kiss that pulled you to stand up straight. “Let’s get you somewhere private, you look exhausted.”

Everywhere in Hades was a scenic place for a moment of romance, but as news of your decision began to leak from the castle grounds, the devils allowed their true natures to shine. Inquisitive and jealous eyes began to peer around corners and through the arms of Leviathan’s statues. Trying to get a glance of what Barbatos had, of what they never would. Neither of you acknowledged them, but Barbatos was not above showing you off. Sweeping you off your feet and perching you on the garden walls, he would part your legs and step into a chaste kiss. Then he’d wrap your legs around him and carry you, holding you up as you threw your head back to laugh at his absurdity. The devil was one to boast, and with you as his trophy, he took every opportunity to drink in his siblings’ envy.

At the mouth of a familiar hedge maze he set you down, planting a softer kiss against your forehead while you sought balance. It loomed in front of you like a beast, ready to swallow the both of you whole.

“How are you feeling? Well enough to walk?” Barbatos asked, letting you be the one to take the first step. That was what had pulled you to him to begin with, his patience. Everyone in Hades was arrogant and prideful in their own way, needing to make themselves the center of attention so that you never took your eyes off them. Not him though, Barbatos was happy to share the spotlight, and let you be the one to wrap your hand in his and tug him through the mouth of the maze.

Every day the walls were adorned with different colors and smells as the flowers and vinework changed. Today they were reds and purples so deep it was almost black, the sunlight and the hues of each other lending an iridescent sheen. Your feet knew the way to the center, the maze had become a place of comfort for you during that week in Hades. Once you made it to the middle, Barbatos forbid you from taking another step. Sneaking up from behind, he swept you off your feet and flipped you over his shoulder. Laughing at his triumphant display, you watched as the path you just walked filled and blocked itself off with more foliage. Concealed inside, no one who had followed you two for a chance to gawk would find you now. Or so you both thought as Barbatos swung you again, this time spreading you out on the lawn of long grass that felt more comfortable than any bed you’d found in Hell. Each blade contoured to your skin, keeping your bends and shape in mind as it cradled you.

“What will be your first pleasure?” The devil asked, whipping his cloak off and letting it fall to the ground. Over his shoulder you saw them, eyes peering just over the garden wall. Raising your hand to block the sun from your vision, you caught sight of the devils. They clung to the top of the hedge, eyes widening with panic when your sights locked on one another.

Your first pleasure was going to be that you two get right down to business. For Barbatos to shed his clothes and rip yours away. Then use his vines to hold your legs up and bend you in half, that way his hands could be free to touch and pinch you as he thrust easily into you. Instead all of that was scrambled by the envious eyes of a peeping tom, and you uttered, “I don’t want anyone watching.”

Following your gaze, Barbatos turned slowly as he was in the process of unbuckling his belt. The devils on the wall were frozen and panic stricken when you saw them, and that was only amplified by whatever hot stare they received from your devil. “It will be yours,” he said and raised an arm, the veins defined in his wrist and forearm as he strained. All around you both, the walls rose higher, high, and impossibly higher still. On the other side there was a shout as whatever voyeurs were pushed away. Thorns and spikes grew and crosshatched over each other, forming a dome that blocked out everything. Not even the sunlight could penetrate the thick foliage Barbatos summoned, and when he turned back to face you, beaming proudly, you wondered.

“Barbatos,” you began, sitting up and taking his fingers, giving them a half hearted shake hoping to undo his display. “You didn’t have to block out the sun too.” You knew how badly Barbatos needed light, his love language was that he shared it with you. Something so simple has become intimately integral to your relationship. Hours spent tanning together, smiling drowsily at each other as heat exhaustion claimed your minds.

Laughing, Barbatos finished unbuckling his belt, allowing his pants to collapse at his ankles as he stepped out of them, along with his boots. Soon he was only wearing the little red undies that he would sunbathe in with you as he got on his knees, almost bursting out of the hem his cock’s head was already glistening with precum. Crawling over the bed of grass and roses that grew around you, the motion of his hips and the protrusion of his erection was almost enough to pull the briefs away. He’d leave that honor to you. In the half light his eyes almost became an eclipse as Barbatos’ face came closer. “Who needs the sunshine when you’re here?”

His kiss spread warmth down your neck and across your shoulders as with just the force of his lips Barbatos laid you down. Knowing what you needed, his fingers were quick to pull your dress up to your hips, hands rubbing your thighs as he worked himself between your legs. Moving on their own, your own hands pulled his underwear, yanking them down enough that his dick and balls hung loose. You were impatient, hungry, and couldn’t even be bothered to undress completely. Instead you reached up and hooked the chain that linked his horns in a finger and pulled him to press against you. “Now.”

“Yes madam,” Barbatos panted, working a finger up and down your slit, opening you enough for your arousal to drench him. His jaw dropped and expression tightened when his nail teased at your clit, making your whole body jolt as if he’d electrocuted you. “Right away.” Pawing your wetness out of you, he used it to lubricate himself hurriedly, daring to tease you for a few seconds longer than you’d like. Just to watch your brow furrow with frustration when it was only his slender fingers inside you.

“I said-” you started to complain, but the penetration interrupted you. Throwing your head back against the earth, your moan fell flat within the leafy dome. Cupping the small of your back, Barbatos let your body arch and tighten how you pleased as he thrust eagerly. As wet as he was from coating himself in your release, your hips still protested and pleaded for gentleness as you took him. This devil was particularly large, your body was scrambling to make room. Sensing your discomfort when your moans changed pitch, Barbatos was gentler as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other, kissing your ankles as vines coiled their way up your bodies. Abating his tempo, the flowers that adorned your thighs and hips pulled and shifted your posture, helping you find the space required.

“Is that better? Am I still hurting you?” He asked, running his fingers over the ribbing of the vines across your belly.

“Yes, better,” you whispered, momentarily distracted as rose buds crawled and blossomed over your body, pulling your hands above your head to tie you loosely. Testing their vitality, they would break if you needed to pull away, but why would you want that? You felt safe here, bound up like a present for Barbatos to slowly undo. “Now, more.”

As if the word had been the crack of a whip on his back, Barbatos planted his hands on either side of your head. The weight of his hips impacting yours pushed you along the ground, staining your dress in green, red, and purple. Inside you felt his head threatening over and over to burst through your cervix, testing your innermost limits. There was a pain that rode alongside the pleasure as he drove you to madness. You didn’t want it to end, but you couldn’t get the words out between thrusts, his expression cracking and breaking away as he found his own climax before yours. Posturing himself up on his toes, Barbatos threw his arms around your shoulders and pushed all his weight with that final thrust. His cock spasmed and his belly fluttered against yours as he spent himself, and the devil relaxed while pressing kisses into your neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, you stared at the canopy overhead, mouth dry and body wanting. Surely that wasn’t all? He was going to let the vines come undone and flip you on your belly to finish making you cum. He had been your choice after all, he wouldn’t make you regret it so quickly?

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the devil began, a big teasing smile on his face as his dick receded. His face melted into pleasurable surprise when your body did not give him up so easily, not done with him. “Where are my manners?” With a grin, the vines that had held you in place tightened and pulled your legs further backward, bending your body in half and leaving your dripping hole exposed. Thorns worked their way under your clothes, peeling and ripping them to ribbons that got caught in the foliage that decorated you. “I was so caught up in making sure that you got the energy you needed, I seem to have missed something, hm.”

Still teasing you, his knees scooted to rest against the small of your back as he held your upside down body in his lap. Moving across the ground, the vines tightened and half suspended you, relieving the weight off your shoulders as he blew cold air on your cunt. Again as though electrocuted, your body jolted and strained against the lattice that no longer broke or tore.

With that cool breath, your arousal began to dry and crust to your thighs, but it was immediately rehydrated as Barbatos clamped his mouth over you. Howling with sensation, your body tried to find purchase around him. The vines held you firm, leaving you struggling to express your satisfaction beyond stuttered squeals and deep gasps. First he flattened his tongue against your clit, pulsing it to deliver sweet ripples that turned into a tsunami through your core. Only able to buck and shove your hips against him, you rubbed against his tongue in a way that made the pleasure overwhelming. It wasn’t enough, the devil could sense you reached a plateau. You thought you caught a glimpse of his smile as he found a new way to push you, sliding his slender fingers inside you. Quickly he found your g-spot, massaging it roughly while his lips sucked and kissed at your swelling clit. Hearing him hum with excitement at how your body engorged itself eagerly at his treatment only made you wetter in his mouth.

“You taste delightful, I could live off your sweetness,” he whispered to your lips, kissing them while his fingers filled you up. “Relax yourself against me, let me do it all.” He urged, but every time your body tried to do as he asked it trembled violently, sending shivers through the roots and maze that confined you. Any devils outside the thorny facade would be able to see how you shook and seized for Barbatos, and that revelation made you shake even more.

When his hands and tongue stopped being enough, you were able to utter out a single word, a shallow gasp that you didn’t think he heard. “More.” Maybe he didn’t actually hear you, or wanted you to beg, you licked your lips and tried to heave your body so that you could speak clearer. “More.” It was difficult because even though the vines were suspending you, the angle of your shoulders resting on your neck made your belly cave and lungs feel small. Only when you bucked yourself into him could you get enough air to breathe and that in kind would make his tongue stroke over your sensitive spots, so the only sounds you could get out were more moans of pleasure.

“What’s that?” He asked after you gasped for the third time, sitting up tall to lean over you, his smile peaking over the valley of your mound. His eyes were alight with glee, taking in your flushed face and sweat stained locks. “You still aren’t satisfied? How voracious,” he teased your blush, extending his tongue so that you could watch him work his way inside you. Burrowing impossibly deep, your face burnt even brighter when his tongue lap up traces of your excitement. It coated his tongue and his eyes fluttered with ecstasy as he savored it before returning for more. “Perhaps you need something to enjoy as well?” Unable to speak, you bucked your hips in response hoping that it got the point across well enough.

Chuckling to himself, Barbatos pulled away from you and stood, walking in circles, admiring your tangled shape. “It almost feels like a sin,” he mused, strumming the vines and lattice work that kept you bound. “To be the only one to enjoy how marvelous you look… but I like it. Being the only one allowed to have you like this, it makes me want to have you all over again.” Speaking truthfully, on his second pass you could see that he was hard again, staggering more than walking as it swung like a pendulum between his legs. “May I?” He asked, stopping to bend over you, his face upside down and looking wildly hopeful. Around you the vines strained and lifted you, just enough that you could breathe fully and speak clearly.

“Yes, please,” you choked on air, gasping again as he lowered you back down.

“Thank you,” he whispered, stroking himself to his full length, meanwhile the vines put you spread eagle on the ground. Barbatos’ erection eclipsed your sight, and opened your mouth so wide your jaw strained. You could taste yourself on Barbatos, and eagerly you ran your tongue along his shaft, hoping to taste a fraction of what he had. Silver and sweet on your tongue, every time you swallowed you felt yourself relaxing, able to take more and more of his length. The mixture of your combined release had an alchemical property that made you numb and not mind that the head of his cock grazed the bottom of your throat. On the other end, his lips found your clit again, lapping your impending orgasm up like a hungry animal. The vines that had bound your legs together spread you wide, loosening their hold enough that you could wrap your limbs around his shoulders. Free at last, your feet flexed and crooked as you shuddered into his lips.

When you felt yourself reaching the precipice, you opened your mouth further, stretching your tongue as far as you could until gravity allowed you to fit one of his balls in your mouth. Barbatos had been fervently stroking your spot again when you did that, and the gasp he let out as he realized what you were doing made you coat his fingers.

“Oh, what a mouth,” he cried, burying his fingers in your cunt again, alternating between thrusting into you with his fingers and his tongue. All while he gently rocked his hips against your jaw. “If you keep being a good girl, I’m going to come again- just kidding.” Barbatos added affectionately when you began to spit his balls out. “I want you to come this time… would you like that? Alright, I’ll make you come now.” With his attention focused on your order, the devil pressed his fingers inward. Finding your spot again he was merciless, his lips and teeth teasing your clit, hand filling your hole, your body trembled from the overload. You had never felt so full before, didn’t know that you could take all of his cock in your mouth, or all his fingers in your cunt. Going slack jawed, you happily let Barbatos’ hips shift and thrust against your mouth, your tongue only able to draw lazy designs on his shaft. All of your energy went into cumming for him, your moans reaching a pitch that could have blown the leaves off the branches of the maze. A slow dribble of cum stemmed from Barbatos as he listened to your orgasm, ear pressed to your naval, feeling your muscles contract and spasm. Hips aching and begging to relax, your whole body sighed with relief as he pulled his fingers from you one by one, not knowing peace until he sat up from on top of you.

“May I keep you like this? Just a little longer?” Barbatos asked, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, licking the release he collected. He could have fucked you all over again and you wouldn’t mind, your mind was abuzz and the combination of asphyxiation and orgasm left your face feeling fuzzy. When you didn’t answer though, the vines came undone and your body flopped into the grass.

“We can stay like this, I like this too… Did I please you?” The devil asked, surprisingly sounding a little anxious as he slipped to lay in the grass. Twining your legs together and stroking your mound, his eyes searched for a sign of life, satisfaction.

“You were perfect,” you managed to exhale, finding enough power to touch his cheek and run your thumb down his lip. That was all you could do though, you hadn’t been fucked with like that since you fell for that online scam. If he asked for your next pleasure, it would be a hibernation in his arms.

Pleased with your answer, Barbatos waved a hand overhead then dropped it on your belly. Above the vines wriggled and squirmed, letting sunshine down. No faces were waiting on the other side of the hedge maze as the sky opened for you two, allowing the sun to speckle rays and shapes on your skin. Beneath you the grass and flowers rose up to cradle your bodies, both out of breath and filled with sunlight. Rolling on your side to better face him, Barbatos had thought the same and the next, easiest step was to twist your limbs together into a lover’s knot. You dozed together in the sun, exercising your favorite pastime together: stroking each other’s backs and cooling each other with your breath.

“Thank you,” the devil whispered, grappling your fingers into his and kissing your knuckles.

“For what?” You asked, unable to raise your head and smiling when the roses beneath you did it for you.

“For choosing me.” The vines twisted you two closer together, helping you fall asleep in each other’s arms. “I hope it’s the most difficult decision you’ll have to make in Hell.”

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